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Edward and Isabella

Summary:
Based in London, Edward's time. Isabella is forced to move to London to marry. Not just anyone: Jacob Black. She'd much rather die than marry Jacob. She meets and falls for Edward. this man's family isn't liked among people. Oh yea, and he's secretly a vampire. It's all over, folks.Let's all applaud Iris for the amazing banner!made by the ever wonderful Iris


Notes:
This is just a story that came to me as I was reading Eclipse. Do not be worried, for there are no spoilers what-so-ever... EXCEPT for one, but it doesn't mean anything important. If you haven't read Eclipse, you wont even notice it. And, if you have, you would have to have a keen eye to notice it. So, I'm just going to shut up and let you read it now. I hope it reminds you of your modern day love triangle, as well as your favorite Shakespearian tragedy.


3. Dear Diary

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Dear Diary.

Today was a very interesting day. I wouldn't say it was completely horrid. Well, the end of it wasn't. I'm just going to skip the entire dinner, because it was a disaster. My father kept nudging me to talk to Jacob Black, but I didn't want to. I don't like him! I don't understand why my father is so keen to have me marry that awful man.

I was forced to let the entire hall know that I was taken, the moment I entered. The one time when I could start something without being known, and I was thrown into Jacob's arms like a rag doll. I could see all of their faces, and I knew they had already judged me. It was one pair of eyes that caught me almost immediately.

The Cullens. My father doesn't seem to like this family; he was in a complete mess when he saw them there. I don't know how he could hate these people; they have got to be the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Beside's their beauty, the only other thing they had in common was their skin. It was so pale; I could say it was white. But one man was the most beautiful if all; at least that's what my heart told me. But he looked at me as if I was some sort of insect, and he inspected me with curious eyes. I had looked at my father for only a fraction of a second, and that was all it needed. When I had turned around again, the angel had turned and was talking to a short fairy-like girl to his right.

Jacob had asked me to dance, but I quickly declined. He started nagging at me saying:

"What is the point of a ball, if you do not dance?" I didn't even answer his rude question; I just took my arm out of his and headed to the tables along the side of the hall. I knew already that he had followed. I didn't need to look up and see him take the seat next to mine, turn, and then start talking about what he and his friends were supposed to be doing, instead of coming to the ball. I couldn't lean back and fall asleep, because apparently that was bad manners, so I had to endure the hideous details of his other life. Between you and I, diary, I ignored him.

When Jacob had finally finished talking, I had already finished my glass of champagne. I looked at it tiredly.

"I'll get you another one." Jacob said quickly, giving me a look of boredom, before taking my glass and leaving the table. I knew he would be taking a while. It was only a couple of minutes alone, and I was already being interrupted.

"Pardon me, miss?" A quiet female voice had asked from behind me. I turned in my seat to see the same short fairy girl from before. Her face was small, but full of energy. I smiled at her.

"Yes?" She quickly took a seat beside me.

"You see my brother, he is very shy." She grinned at me and then continued. " He has been watching you all night."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes." Her voice was higher.

"Well, I was just wondering. HE was just wondering if you wanted to dance. We know he really wants to."

"Oh, well, I'm not good. I don't know how, and I'm terribly clumsy.." I tried to be as convincing as I could.

"That's good. You don't have to know how to dance if you have a partner like Edward. He's been dancing for many years. You'll look like a swan with him." She turned her head slightly to the crowd and giggled at something I didn't pick up. She turned to me quickly. "Well?"

"Which one, exactly, is the brother in mention?"

"The one you were looking at when you first came in." Her eyes were wicked.

"Alright."

"Good." She stood up and took my hand and almost dragged me through the crowd. "My name is Alice by the way." I had to almost jog to keep up. We went through the entire crowd, to the opposite wall, where the entire Cullen family was seated. When I first saw them, I almost fainted. All of the people around us were almost magnetically pushed away from this family. The men shot curious glances at the women, and the women gave the same to the men, but neither approached their table. Alice's face was triumphant when she stepped up to the angel named Edward. He looked up at her for only a couple seconds.

"Alice..." He murmured.

"Edward..."She sung back. My cheeks must of been cherry red by that point. I slid my hand out of hers and took a step back.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, and began to turn around. I headed through the crowd. For some reason I had tears of rejection pooling up behind my eyes. I felt something on my arm. I jumped and turned around quickly. He was there; Edward. My breath caught in my throat. He was the most beautiful things my eyes had ever seen.

"Would you like to dance?" His voice was just as wonderful as his looks.

"I-I- I'd like to." So, he took my hand and my waist, and we danced. Yes, we danced. I didn't even pay attention to what my feet were doing, but I knew I was flying. Our eyes held each other captive, and our every move melted together. When the song ended, I couldn't let go of him. So I leaned into his body, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me. His skin was so cold against mine. His hand on my bare back sent shivers throughout my body. I could have fallen asleep in his arms, but we were interrupted by none other than Jacob Black.

"Excuse me, but I believe that is my fiancé you are fondling with." Jacob's voice was raw in my ear. Edward let go of me immediately, but his touch still lingered on my skin.

"Quite sorry, but I believe it is not against the law to ask an unaccompanied woman to dance."

"Well, she's accompanied now, so you can leave." He passed me my drink. I looked up into Edward's eyes and he smiled.

"Goodnight, Bella." He murmured, kissing the back of my hand gently. I stammered for a second. How did he know that I preferred to be called Bella? I opened my mouth to ask him, but he had already turned around and was walking away. Jacob let out a rush of air.

"I though you said you didn't want to dance?" He said, annoyed. I didn't answer his question. I passed him and headed towards my father.

"I'd like to go home now."

So now here I sit, alone in my lonely bedroom. The night sky outside through the glass doors is clear and pleasant. I must go to sleep now, for I am going wedding shopping in the morning.

I think I realized tonight, Diary. After only exchanging a few words with him, I think I am madly in love with Edward Cullen.

Bella.